
I played the best soccer match of my life a couple of weekends ago .
My first every sporting encounter had ended in two things - a discovery of a passion for soccer and a medal . The silver medal came in my seventh standard in school in Ambala Cantt Haryana . Our captain was a burly haryanvi called Pal from the tenth standard and the team drawn from different classes of the Raman House . Pal was tall , hefty and strong . He was an able captain and everyone listened to him without questions . His sheer size gave him absolute authority and that he was a good player helped immesely . We fought hard and lost the final to a better team . I began the matches as an extra - a last minute inclusion because I enrolled quite late .I played in some matches . I still remember running a lot in the finals .
We won and I still have the medal .
Of the rest of matches in school , the most I remember was the unforgettable match in Southern Command school in Pune . Our team lost to a team six years younger . Our team of twelfth science was a motley crowd of unfit spectacled boys fighting for honour against a team of sixth graders . A self-goal , an inability to decide who should be captain , no ball control and overall sloppiness led us to a humiliating 3-0 loss .
Another Pune match stands out as remarkable - the one where we bunch of radio guys beat a software team from Onward tech on the Race Course ground 8-0 exactly as I had planned and predicted . The one played ten years ago in rains on the Shivaji preparatory military school ground was great too . But in most of these games , I would run hard , shout hard and push people hard .
That's why the Mumbai match was very different and special .
Our captain , who operates the TV studio production system , barely spoke in most matches , but was always available when a ball was passed his way to deftly weave through competition and pass it back closer to the post . We substituted every ten minutes and since the game was played in half a full soccer ground , it left us all with good energies to contribute effectively . Sixteen teams fought for a place in the final . The matches were organized such that all of them finished in a day . We played our first match at ten in the morning and won 1-0 . We then won round after round , defeating teams of varying calibre and capped it all with a closely fought 3-2 win in penalties in the finals . The opposing Private treaties team had this wafer-thin maverick Parsi footballer , Daryl , who won my immense admiration for his singularly spectacular footwork .
The crystal soccer cup proudly sits on my office shelf .
To my list of learnings on how to win a soccer match , including teamwork , ball-passing , leadership ,possession , covering the opponent and attacking from the word go , I have now added one more : Have a couple of Goans in the team . With three of our seven players being Goan -Dylan Pereirra , James Rodrigues and Salvador - each exhibiting tremendous ball control and following our strategy to a T , it was impossible to lose .These guys played soccer for a living and having them around makes winning a lot easier .
It took four days for my muscles to recover fully , but every minute that drizzling saturday was worth it .